The 22nd day of being eavesdropped
Song Jianshe was so aggrieved.
He finally understood what it meant to be unable to speak out one's bitterness.
But Chen Lianchao was still pulling his sleeves, asking him to pay back the money, and people were surrounding him, so Song Jianshe had no choice but to say, "Lianchao, I'll give you the money now, but I really didn't deliberately cheat you. I didn't know this thing was fake."
"Hey, you still didn't know it was fake, do you know what this thing is made of?"
Chen Lianchao said in a gloomy tone.
"What is it made of?" Song Jianshe asked in confusion.
Chen Lianchao sneered: "This damn thing is made of plastic. I don't know who carved it so realistically, like the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, and dyed it. My dad trusted you and didn't look carefully. If I hadn't found that this thing was fading, our family would have suffered the loss."
Plastic?
Song Jianshe's head buzzed.
He lowered his head and looked carefully at the snuff bottle in his hand. He pinched it and felt a little tough. Isn't this the feeling of plastic?
Song Jianshe's face turned pale and sweat slid down his cheeks.
"Pay back the money!"
Chen Lianchao also saw that Song Jianshe probably didn't know about it, but he didn't care about that. He pulled Song Jianshe into the house to ask for money.
"What are you doing? It's none of my son's business now that the things have been sold. Who told you to be blind?"
Huang Xirong saw Song Jianshe was about to pay, and immediately rushed forward and pushed Chen Lianchao away.
Chen Lianchao was not prepared for him and fell on his buttocks, grimacing in pain.
"Son!" Director Chen hurried over and helped his son up. Seeing that his son was sweating in pain, he was furious. He looked at Song Jianshe coldly, "Okay, Song Jianshe, you don't have to pay back the money, we'll ask the public security comrades to do justice!"
"No, Director, I'll pay it back now,"
Song Jianshe originally wanted to see if his mother could keep the money, but seeing Director Chen's indifferent look, he backed out and quickly counted the money.
They had already spent more than ten yuan of the three hundred and fifty yuan, and had to take money from their family savings to make up for it.
Song Jianshe was so distressed that his heart was bleeding.
Chen Lianchao took the money, counted it twice in front of everyone, and said, "There are still three yuan!"
"There is enough in here."
Song Jianshe was anxious.
Chen Lianchao made a "Pooh" sound, "These three pieces of gold were from my injuries in the hospital. Your mother pushed me, causing me to fall pretty badly. I don't know if I have any bones broken."
"Son, let's forget about it. Let's not bother with him."
Director Chen was quite magnanimous. He waved his hand to stop his son from speaking. He looked at Song Jianshe deeply, "Song Jianshe, you should learn more before selling antiques to others in the future. Today, I won't bother with you for your father's sake. If it were someone else, your legs would have been broken."
"Director, I..."
Song Jianshe felt a chill in his heart when he was looked at by Director Chen. He wanted to explain a few words, but Director Chen was not willing to listen. Seeing that the money was taken back, he took his people away.
As soon as they left, Huang Xirong burst into tears, sat down on the ground, and slapped his thighs, "That's my family's money, my family's money..."
People around pointed and talked.
Some said, "It's sad enough for Aunt Huang to lose these three hundred and fifty."
Others said, "That's right, who asked their family to sell fake goods to others? Didn't you hear the director say that the thing was plastic, and plastic things sold as waste don't make much money. He sold it to others for three hundred and fifty, and they didn't beat him up, it's his luck."
The public opinion changed so quickly.
Just now, everyone was envious of Song Jianshe's ability and his ability to make money better than others, and they wanted their children and grandchildren to take advantage of him, learn a little bit, and make some money to support the family.
Seeing that Song Jianshe was being chased for money, everyone immediately backed off.
It's good to make money, but if you buy fake goods, you will have no place to cry.
The steward reminded Song Jianshe, "Jianshe, where did you buy this thing? How much did it cost? Hurry up and find someone to get the money back."
It is said that an old man in the family is like a treasure.
The steward's words reminded Song Jianshe, who was still dazed.
Song Jianshe came to his senses. Yes, he bought this thing for 250 yuan. If he didn't get the money back, he would lose 250 yuan.
Song Jianshe wanted to run out, but stopped after a few steps.
"Why aren't you going yet?"
The steward asked in confusion.
Song Jianshe smiled bitterly: "Master, it's so late and the shop is closed. I will definitely go tomorrow!"
The housekeeper nodded and told everyone to leave without asking any more questions.
Gu Jinshui led his family back to the house in a carefree manner. He knew that Song Jianshe must be glaring at him from behind.
It doesn't matter if he glares, it won't hurt him anyway.
"Brother, you did this, didn't you?"
Gu Yinxing was so happy that he even ate an egg with his chopsticks.
Gu Jinshui didn't even raise his eyelids, "Don't talk nonsense, your brother is a good man, how could he do such a thing? It's obviously Song Jianshe's own fault for being shortsighted and buying the wrong thing." Gu
Yinxing chuckled and said, "You played dumb in front of our family, I knew it was you."
He Chunlian knocked her head with chopsticks, "You know it and still say it, just be happy in your heart, don't tell anyone else."
"Ouch."
Gu Yinxing covered her head, "How could I not know what to do, mom, do you have any opinions about me recently?"
"Your mother has always been very critical of you."
He Chunlian refused to listen to her. "Hurry up and eat. You have to work the night shift tonight. Take a nap after eating."
Gu Yinxing pouted. Thinking about the expressions of the Song family just now, she couldn't help but smile secretly.
He Chunlian looked at her daughter, who was helpless.
Her temper and thoughts were all written on her face.
He Chunlian looked at her son again. He was teasing his daughter to eat eggs as if nothing had happened. One of them was too cunning, and the other was too cunning. He Chunlian hoped that the two could make peace with each other.
"Jianshe, we have to get this money back!"
In the east room, Huang Xirong cried and cursed for a while. No one paid attention to her, and she felt bored. She wiped her tears and said to Song Jianshe, "If such a large sum of money goes down the drain, our family will have to starve this year."
The two hundred and fifty was the bulk of the Song family's savings.
Song Jianshe nodded with a heavy face.
The next day, when the sky was just getting light, Gu Jinshui was still lying on the kang in the room when he heard the sound of a bicycle outside.
He got up, opened the window and looked. It was Song Jianshe who went out.
He was immediately happy.
Liang Ying woke up when she heard his laughter. She brushed her hair and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"Song Jianshe from next door went out to ask for money."
Gu Jinshui hummed a little tune, lowered the shutter, and went back to the quilt to hug his wife.
"Can I get the money back?"
Liang Ying was a little suspicious.
Although she had never bought or sold antiques, she had been influenced by her father since she was a child and had seen a lot of business. It was rare to get the money back for buying fake goods like this.
Song Jianshe returned the money because Director Chen was his leader and an acquaintance, so he couldn't run away.
"Of course not."
Gu Jinshui smacked his lips, feeling happy. "The man who sold him the stuff was dressed shabbily, his cotton jacket was covered with patches, and his shoes were torn. He was so poor that he made such a large sum of money, so he must have gone somewhere. How could he still be waiting for Song Jianshe to come to his door?"
"Do you know that man?" Liang Ying asked curiously.
Gu Jinshui shook his head. "No, it was just a coincidence. I heard it a while ago and knew that Song Jianshe wanted to buy a snuff bottle. He happened to meet the fake seller when he went to Panjiayuan. Except for the amber on his stall, everything else was real. It was a pity that Song Jianshe himself was not capable."
Liang Ying breathed a sigh of relief.
Setting up a trap to trap Song Jianshe was a relief.
But there is no need to look for someone. The more people know about this, the less safe it is.
Gu Jinshui's words came true.
Song Jianshe went to Panjiayuan early in the morning. He arrived at around seven o'clock. There were already many people setting up stalls in Panjiayuan. Song Jianshe went straight to the place where he bought the snuff bottle, but the place was now occupied by someone selling porcelain.
"Where is the person who was selling things here before?"
Song Jianshe's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked the stall owner.
The stall owner was stunned, "Who is this? I am the first one here today, and this stall is mine."
"I'm not talking about you, but the man who was selling snuff bottles here the day before yesterday, the strong one."
Song Jianshe said with gestures, "I bought something from him, and now I want to ask him to return the money!"
After Song Jianshe said this, everyone understood.
This is the victim who came to the door.
The stall owner was also kind and said, "Then I don't know him, I came here yesterday, you can ask someone else."
Song Jianshe had a bitter mouth and had to ask others.
As a result, no one knew anything.
No one knew where the man came from, let alone where he went.
Some people recognized Song Jianshe.
"You're the one who spent 250 yuan on a snuff bottle. Why did you buy something that doesn't open?"
"What do you mean by 'not open'?"
Song Jianshe was stunned and asked back.
When he said this, several stall owners around him were stunned for a moment, then they all laughed so hard that they fell forward and backward, and some even laughed so hard that they fell on their buttocks and kept shouting.
Song Jianshe was so amused that he couldn't hold his face.
He turned to leave, feeling embarrassed by the joke, and said, "Brother, I think you are a newcomer. Our business is open to the real thing, so you should think about it yourself."
"Isn't this just fakes?"
Song Jianshe figured it out and was a little annoyed, "Can't you just say fakes?"
When the man heard this, he looked at Song Jianshe and figured out that this man was not only new to the business but also didn't know anything.
It was useless to talk to such a person.
In the antique business, serious buyers and sellers don’t say that something is fake, for fear of making a bad word or offending others. After all, if you directly say it’s fake, people will keep the item and will hate you if they can’t sell it. The most feared thing in the business is to make enemies. Everyone is friendly and even if they see that the item is not real, they won’t say much. If you buy a fake, you either have to admit that you are unlucky or ask someone to come out and sell it, and take a small loss to get the money back. Otherwise,
it was said in the past that those who collect antiques are all rich people, and ordinary people really can’t afford it, and even if they suffer a loss, they may not be able to find someone to sell it.
The man said, "Okay, little brother, I see you are a greenhorn. This business is complicated, you'd better not get involved. Don't even think about finding the person. I don't know where he is now. Even if you find him, you can't get the money back. How much money can you make in these few days?" Song Jianshe did
n't believe it and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe there is no justice in this world. I'm going to the police station!"
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